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Anya’s Dragons

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 Anya must choose between not believing in folktales and the actual giants who have taken her under their wings.

A peaceful world becomes the target for alien treasure seekers who kill all the inhabitants of the castle in their bid to find the hidden object. They are successful in wiping out all the occupants…almost.

Running through the forest, Anya doesn’t bother to look back. Her family and friends are dead and those who did the deed are coming after her next. An exhausted night’s sleep ends in a shocked waking when she finds herself surrounded by strangers.

In the caves of the dragons Anya is pressed into service of the two males who rescued her, and they find it hard to keep control of their instincts when impulse seems far more attractive.

Tirzah’s Allure

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Romance, Menage a Trois, paranormal, shapeshifter, fantasy.

46800 words


Tirzah’s disobedience leads her to civilization and the man she dared not dream of.

Tirzah disobeys the rules of her tribe and ventures beyond the boundary into the forbidden zone convinced there has to be a more advanced species on the planet. Traveling mainly as her cat shape, she not only finds civilization, but also the man she believes to be her soul mate. His feline form is a black cat. How will her white furred tribe react to him?

Cain thinks he’s the only cat shifter on Earth until he scents another. To his astonishment, she’s a white cat and she speaks a very strange language. Will nature override social barriers and how can he get her out of his heart and into his arms?

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A NIGHT OWL REVIEWS BOOK REVIEW | Reviewed by: Angibabi4

The fourth installment of the Royal Vampires series was terrific. It picked up right where the third one left off. I have enjoyed every one of these books as they have come out and cannot wait for the next one.

We begin as Josh and Katrina get ready for their wedding. Both are excited and nervous at the prospect of their upcoming marriage, but they are also worried that Paul has something nasty waiting for them that will ruin the day. Both Josh and Katrina know that something is going to happen at the reception. Paul has teamed up with Pollurn, a particularly nasty and power hungry wizard.

The wedding ceremony goes off without a hitch and it’s on to the reception. Katrina is able to feel and disarm the hex on their wedding cake with no one the wiser. Both Katrina and Josh know this is only the beginning. Paul will stop at nothing to remove Josh from the throne. Can the combined powers of Josh and Katrina prevent Paul from following through with his plans? Only time will tell, so buckle up and enjoy the ride.

This is a not to miss series. 5 Stars!

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Equilibrium – Book 14 the final book of the Samsara Chronicles

Available on Kindle June 1

Aislinn and Dylan are held captive by the Klatrians. Vark wants the skull and vows nothing will stop him from gaining its power.

The royal pair’s next journey is to go back to Earth and help the Earthlings restore their planet. But now, the safety of two worlds hangs in the balance. Can they come up with a plan to escape?


Vark gazed at the huge ball of rainbow luminescence that approached. “What is that?” He found it unimaginable that such a delicate looking object could have traveled deep space, withstood the onslaught of meteorites and other celestial hazards. There had to be more to the ball than what they could see. He scrutinized it but saw no evidence of engines, of anything that could power it. For a fleeting moment, he was awed by a technology that seemed to surpass what had even once existed on Klatria.

An uneasy murmuring erupted from the entourage. Vark’s head swiveled to gaze through the transparent barrier. The object appeared as a luminous orb glowing with prismatic ribbons that glowed against an infinite starry background dominated by the looming glacier. Upon transmitting the landing coordinates to Nirvana, Vark had demanded to know the identity of the craft that would transport the princess. The information was provided, but even so, to watch it hovering toward him defied belief. Somewhere in the forgotten recesses of Vark’s mind, the sight reminded him of something that happened long ago after the seasonal deluges when the sky was drenched with moisture and the light of the sun created a vision in the sky—

The recollection vanished almost immediately, leaving him confused at why such an insignificant thought should trouble him at all. Turning to the guards, his voice emerged as a hoarse bark.

“Seize them,” he said, indicating the royals.

Bonerus rose his hand to strike one of the guards, but Samara grasped his arm. This will resolve nothing, she whispered in his mind. Do not threaten Alaya’s task now that she is almost here.

Rodorus moved to block the guards. “Soulmaster, this is quite unnecessary—”

Vark turned on him in a rage. “Enough! The hostages are to be kept under guard until the exchange of the skull.” He glared venomously at the royals, both of whom returned his gaze with infuriating coolness. “The time of pandering to these parasites draws to an end. The Nirvanan princess will do my bidding, and my bidding alone.”


Maelstrom, Book 6 in the Samsara Chronicles

Relentlessly pursued by the military and forced to cross the mountains on foot, Aislinn and Dylan discover an ally in the form of a white wolf that guides them to safety.

Forced to abandon their vehicle, Aislinn and Dylan must cross the treacherous mountains on foot. Close behind is the military, whose corrupt leader must honor his pledge to the Eletarii to capture them. But as more guides appear to help Aislinn and Dylan, they are brought to the sanctuary of Emerald Lake.


“They’re out there, maybe three or four men.”


She shrugged. “Yes. I hardly think anyone else would bombard us like this.”

Dylan scanned the immediate area and the deserted highway beyond. The rocks and fallen trees provided endless hiding places.

A fiery glow suddenly illuminated the walls around them. They turned in unison and stared in disbelief as a gibbous light emanated from the canvas bag.

“The skull,” she said.

They glanced at each other. She slowly approached the bag and gazed into the kaleidoscopic colors. Without fear, she removed her gloves, reached inside and clasped the skull. Her eyelids fluttered in response to intense warmth that coursed through her flesh.

Dylan moved toward her as a diaphanous veil of color enveloped that insinuated through and around her like an ocean current. “Are you okay?”

Fixing her eyes on the skull, her expression suddenly became vacant. “The way is clear,” she murmured in what Dylan recognized was Italian, then again several times in various other languages. He overcame his fear and approached. With an awestruck expression, he gazed into the bag to see Aislinn’s hands merged with the glowing skull. A ribbon of light emerged from the eye sockets and spiraled to the ceiling. Continuing her recital in strange tongues, as though making an announcement to a distant audience, he watched the other talismans shimmer with almost dazzling intensity.

A voice suddenly boomed around them. Dylan started. Its resonance echoed off the walls and broke Aislinn’s trance. The beam of light winked out and her eyelids fluttered open. She withdrew her hands from the still glowing skull.


The path of escape is clear. Blow the trumpet. Its sound will not disturb the pure. Those who wait for you will not be able to withstand it.

“Joshua brought the walls of Jericho down with the sounding of his trumpet,” Aislinn said.

Yes, and so will you bring down the elementals who await you outside with the sounding of this trumpet. We have shielded you against their assault, but now you must go. The way is clear…the way is clear…

The voice faded to a whispering resonance.

Sergeant Wayne Patterson of the Burnaby Police Force jumped up from his creaking swivel chair and banged his beefy fist on the desk. Papers scattered from the impact, his ruddy face slowly mottling as he vented his frustration. “Dammit! We can’t afford to lose another two men. We’re understaffed as is and all morale is shot to hell.”

Captain Rod Garring sighed wearily from behind his desk. Double shifts, lack of sleep and the efforts of maintaining a semblance of peace in the city had aged him beyond his fifty years. His once thick chestnut hair was prematurely gray. Cropped short to conceal his thinning scalp, it severely framed the deeply etched lines of his face. Shadows circled his bloodshot hazel eyes echoing the darkness consuming his spirit. Cramped for hours within the dreary confines of the station, battling the never-ending war of shrinking manpower and morale, it took a supreme effort to deal with Patterson’s rage. The man’s petulant voice grated on his ears to the point of discomfort, and he felt the familiar blood-pressure induced headache throbbing at his temples, his heart beating far too fast. Though it shamed him to admit it, there were times when he felt like fleeing into the night when faced with an outburst from his officers. He forced himself to arrange the scattered paperwork on his desk and stared disapprovingly at the sergeant.

“Sit down, Patterson,” he said tensely. “Making a scene won’t bring those men back.”

Patterson sank grumbling into the chair, his portly body overflowing the battered seat. Unable to keep still, he ran his hand repeatedly through lank dirty blond hair complemented by an equally lank blond moustache.

“I agree we can’t afford to lose any more men but it’s too late to do anything about it now,” Garring said. “We’ve lost two good cops. Tomorrow we’ll probably lose more. Anger won’t help matters.” He retrieved a manila file precariously perched on his in-tray. “I’ve read your report. It seems unlikely that Young could have killed these officers alone. He must have had an accomplice. I also feel that the report is somewhat exaggerated in respect to the carnage described. What’s wrong with you? This sounds like nonsense from some B-rated science fiction film.”

Patterson’s dark eyes flashed indignantly. “With all due respect, Captain, if you read the reports that came in from Vancouver, you’ll find a similar scenario.”

Garring sighed and glanced at the stack of reports littering his desk. His head ached from the low intensity lighting and the stale air. Not even the background bustle of the station was a comfort to him anymore. “Do you have any idea how many reports I receive each day, Patterson? I barely have time to sift through the most urgent, let alone the lower priority.”

“I would hardly call the murder of two cops low priority!” Patterson cried. He reached for a battered manila folder lying on top of the stack and leafed through a sheaf of papers. He pulled one sheet out and handed it to Garring. “Read this, sir.”

The Captain squinted at the paper then reached for his glasses and read more intently. He shook his head as he scanned the text. “What the hell is this bullshit? More slasher stuff. What are we dealing with here? Some kind of demonic cult? You know Young quite well. Do you honestly think he had anything to do with all this? For God’s sake! He’s one of our best men! You think he’s suddenly turned into some kind of monster?”

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A scent drifted into my nostrils, a scent I didn’t want to smell on the most important day of my life. Had he really dared to set foot on hallowed ground? How had he gotten in? Only invited guests were permitted inside the church. Paul. He had invaded the most precious day of my life. I turned off my mind to outsiders, to the soft whispers from the congregation, instead, concentrating on Paul and hopefully reading what he had in mind. I was sure he wasn’t there to applaud our marriage. What I learned, was not good.

Won’t they get a shock at the reception? I wish I could be there to witness the spectacle. It was hard enough getting into the church. Pollurn is proving to be a valuable aide. Since he discovered Katarina is his rival, his quest to get rid of her equals mine. I must have been out of my mind when I ordered my cloning and stupid enough to let them convince me to give up the throne. I’d hoped the whelp could be influenced, that I could reign through him, but he proved to be a stubborn son of a bitch. And then to find out he’s a vampire after all… But he’s not like the rest of us. I’ve got no idea how Derek accomplished the removal of blood lust. He’s got my abilities, will remain young for years just like me, yet he’s nothing like me. If I’d known, I never would have agreed to step down. Yet, I couldn’t keep reigning forever, I had little choice. I hope I convinced Pollurn it’s too risky to crash the reception. There won’t be a place set for us at the tables and that would cause questions. Then again, his magic is strong. He could probably conjure that up, too. Nah, can’t take that risk. Oh, but if I could be a fly on the wall…

I heard him laugh inwardly, manic laughter that formed a ring of ice around my heart.

At least Pollurn came up with the most exquisite plan. I couldn’t have done any better myself.

I quickly blanked Paul out. His thoughts were more than disturbing and I wondered what awaited us at the reception.

When Katarina finally joined me at my side, and I turned to look at her, I almost gasped. She was a fairytale princess come to life. Though the thin veil covered her face, I could see her clearly and I smiled reassuringly, mouthing without trying to move my lips too much, I love you, you look gorgeous. She smiled at me sweetly, but I hadn’t closed my mind to her, so I heard her thoughts.

Something isn’t right. I can sense it. Mahaka told me I would be able to intuit my enemies and I feel there’s one among the guests. It’s Pollurn. He’s here, but why? How did he manage an invitation? Why is he here? What is he planning?

I looked down into her eyes and saw the fear hovering in their depths. I waited for more thoughts, but the ceremony started and her mind strayed to our moment in time. I couldn’t help wondering about our two antagonists. Why are Pollurn and Paul here? Like Paul, how did he manage to get an invitation? Didn’t Mahaka tell us Pollurn was an apprentice, just like Katarina? Is he strong enough to conjure up an invitation? Did he hypnotize the attendants into thinking he and Paul had invitations in their hands? Why are they even in the church if their plan is for the reception? What awaits us there?


Revelations – Royal Vampries book 3 Excerpt

We had almost reached the bar when three men appeared out of nowhere and jumped in front of us. I grasped Katarina’s hand tighter and steered her around them, but they jumped to block us. I scented them now. Why I hadn’t scented them before, I don’t know, unless they were hiding inside the building we’d passed.

“Step aside!” I told them in a firm, loud voice. “We want no quarrel.”

“Oh, but we do,” the tallest one of the three said softly and bared his teeth. I saw the fangs and felt Katarina’s hand tremble.

“Vampires,” she whispered. “They’re real.”

“Our master wants to meet you,” the man said looking directly at me. “I suggest you and your bitch go with us quietly.”

“Be quiet,” I told Katarina when I saw her open her mouth to speak. I was afraid she’d use my real name and reveal my identity. That’s the last thing I needed right now. “Get out of our way and let us pass.”

They moved closer, so close I could almost smell their foul breath. Like hell I wanted to give Katarina a display of my powers right then and there, but if they persisted, I’d have no choice. The tall vampire nodded to the other two and they jumped at us. I grabbed Katarina and placed her behind me while I went into vamp mode. “Stay behind me,” I hissed at her. I’d never felt such fury before, not even when I had my other encounters. This time they threatened my love. And that made all the difference. I felt Katarina bury her face against my back, her hands grasping my jacket.

I watched them step back as they gazed into my eyes, fear now obvious on their faces. I had no idea what my face or eyes portrayed, but I had won momentum.

The tall vampire regained his composure and started toward me. “Don’t try it,” I said through tight lips. “You’ll regret it.”

“Who are you? One against three? You’re dreaming!” He lunged.

I was ready for his lunge. How I did it, I don’t know, but somehow, when I unclenched my fists and my palms faced upward, a blinding iridescent ball appeared between my hands. I hurled it at the man as if I were throwing a baseball. It struck him mid chest and he howled. An unearthly scream rent the air as it sent him flying back by a few hundred feet.

The other two vampires looked confused. They stared after their comrade, then at me and back at him again. “He’s a fucking sorcerer,” one of them said.

“Fucking idiot, how can he be? Only Mahaka is a sorcerer.”

“You saw what he did, and don’t be calling me fucking names.”

“It’s a fluke. We have to take them to Paul or we’ll be fucking toast.”

I felt Katarina behind me, her hands still clutching my jacket. “Joshua, be careful,” she whispered against my back. It was loud enough for me to hear, so the vampires probably heard it, too.

Oh my God. She’d said my name. I watched the expressions on the men’s faces and knew it was too late. The tall vampire arrived back on the scene. I had no choice or Paul would find out my secret identity. I didn’t need to muster up anger. I was already seething inwardly. I pointed my finger at them, one after the other. Within seconds they each turned into a flaming pillar and were gone instantly. A patch of fine white ashes remained on the sidewalk.


Timothy – Royal Vampires book 2 – excerpt

“I’ve seen you in church. You’re a Christian and I will accept your word.” I paused to think about how I was going to tell him. I decided the best thing was to blurt it out. “Paul is a vampire and he’s not dead.”

There, I’d said it. I watched his reaction carefully. The veins in his neck throbbed noticeably as he absorbed my shocking revelation.

“Your Majesty, but the accident—”

“Was fatal for some. Paul survived it because he and his minions staged the crash. There was a bomb in the vehicle. Before it was detonated, Paul got out of the limousine. He’s alive and roaming the streets and forests, but no one will recognize him. He has changed his appearance through plastic surgery.”

“Your Majesty, vampires aren’t real. There are tales, legends, but—”

“Believe me when I say they’re real. This is the big secret that killed Derek and anyone else involved in the cloning project Paul ordered twenty-four years ago.” I started to talk and told Hans everything I knew.

“Your Majesty, I’m dumbfounded. You’re telling me that you’re a vampire, too?”

“Yes. But I don’t kill or crave blood. I would like you to continue Derek’s research. We need a cure at least for the blood thirst and killer instinct, and we need a cure or antidote for the werewolf virus.”

“Werewolves? Your Majesty, I don’t want to sound disrespectful, but that’s also a myth.”

“No, it’s not. Do your research and find out how many unexplained deaths, or I should say murders, there have been over the years. I want Silverwarren Island swept clean of all evil. The only way to do that is to find a cure.”

“You’re serious.”

For the first time he’d forgotten the royal way of addressing me, and it felt good. “Yeah, you’re damn right I’m serious. And now, if you still don’t believe me, I’ll prove something to you.” I stood up and went into vamp mode. I watched his face, the disbelief changing to fear, then to admiration when I stood silently. I knew my eyes had changed and my fangs descended. I changed back to my human self and sat again. I couldn’t really show him much else right now, not inside my quarters.

A Royal Vampire

A Royal Vampire – excerpt

“Then clone me!” Hhis Majesty, King Paul the Third, shouted.

“Your Majesty, cloning you would result in the creation of another vampire,” Prime Minister Pollock replied calmly.

“I don’t know why the people are in such an uproar about a successor. I’m only fifty-four.”

“Your Majesty, there is a lot of unrest among the people and much pressure from the cabinet that you step down.”

“I’ll not hand the throne over to that idiot cousin of mine. I plan to rule for many years to come. Send for Derek Brungard. Now!” He paused while Pollock ordered a guard to fetch Derek. “While we wait, there is a request for additional financing from the minister of medical services. I will not approve it. I do approve a grant for the Faculty of Science.”

The minister of medical services responded, his tone agitated. “Your Majesty, we need another hospital. The population has increased dramatically, and–”

“Silence! I’ll hear no argument. In a few months, when the cabinet has its annual meeting, we will deal with further requests and recommendations.”

Pollock and the other three ministers present at the private meeting fell silent while the king examined some paperwork in front of him, until the arrival of Derek, head of the Faculty of Science and a brilliant research scientist. His specialty was genetic engineering and that’s what interested Paul more than anything, especially right now.

“Mr. Brungard, according to your last report, you have been successful in the cloning of several animal species. Am I correct?” the king asked.

“Yes, Your Majesty. We’ve had outstanding success. The test subjects are developing normally.”

“Good. I have just granted your request for additional funding. You will begin the cloning of a human.”

“Your Majesty, many countries have forbidden human cloning and the church–”

“It is not up for debate and will go no further than this room. Understand? You will take tissue samples from me and begin the cloning experiment immediately. I do not give permission to experiment with any other human. You have also been successful in genetic engineering, altering and adding DNA in embryos before implant. Can you extract DNA from the queen’s stored blood samples?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Good. You will use the best of the queen’s DNA and my own to create a male heir to the throne. Juliette is to know nothing of this. We all know her illness is slowly taking her from us. I doubt she would approve, even if it meant she’d have a child for a short period. You must eradicate the vampire gene so that my heir will be completely human. Unless you can remove the faulty DNA, I will consider the experiment a failure and you will terminate the fetus. You will begin immediately. I expect you to update me on your progress on a weekly basis.